When Deputy Director Maria Hill walked into the director's office, the picture on the screen on Lu Dan's desk looked like something similar to a rising stock price. However, the experienced Deputy Director Hill had no expression on his face.
As if he didn't notice, he stood up straight in front of his desk and started talking about business.
"Agent Romanoff came with news," she said. "She said that Stark took the Avengers on a trip to celebrate the war and to enhance the relationship between teammates."
"Oh? Isn't that great? That unreliable guy Stark finally starts to act like a leader."
Luo Dan continued to stare at his screen intently, and those who were not serious about it might even think that Mr. Director was concentrating on studying some major confidential matter involving world security.
"That's good, but the location chosen by Stark is an uninhabited island in the Indian Ocean. According to Agent Romanov's description, the island maintains its original ecology completely and does not belong to the territory of any country. And she said that place.
.....It’s a little weird.”
"eccentric?"
Luodan finally put down his busy "official duties" for a while, raised his head and narrowed his eyes. He was quite confident in Black Widow's intuition and judgment. If she used words like "weird" to describe it, then that
There is definitely something worth noting about this island.
"Yes. She sent me the specific coordinates, and then I entered the coordinates of the island into SHIELD's system...and got this."
Agent Hill handed over the tablet computer in his arm. Lu Dan took it and took a quick look. On the screen was a satellite image of a certain area of the Indian Ocean. In the center of the screen was an island shrouded in clouds. In the file column, it was noted
Understand "high confidentiality".
The eyelid of Lu Dan's one eye twitched. It was obvious that he recognized this place.
"How did Stark find this place?" He looked at Hill strangely.
"Not sure. But he hacked into our system from Stark Tower last month." Hill's face remained calm, "Maybe he discovered this place from our files at that time."
Luodan snorted. It seems that SHIELD's security system needs to be upgraded again. Ever since the Avengers were established and began to establish a certain synergy with SHIELD, Stark has asked them to use SHIELD's network security more than once.
The department looks like a bunch of idiots who have nothing to do.
"Sir, is there anything special about this place?" Hill asked.
Luodan thought for a while. It seemed a little dangerous to say it was not dangerous, but considering that Stark had a plane of Avengers, it didn't seem to be dangerous at all...
So he waved his hand: "Forget it, don't worry about this matter, let them go on their own."
"Yes, sir." Hill nodded.
As an adjutant, she didn't know the secrets about this island, but according to SHIELD's rules, she didn't have to inquire about things the director didn't want her to know.
Luodan, on the other hand, felt that nothing could happen with a group of Avengers here anyway, so he just took this opportunity to scare Stark a little, telling him not to casually seek out SHIELD secrets in the future...
It was already dark on this small uninhabited island. After a series of activities such as swimming, beach volleyball, party singing, etc., the tourists set up tents not far from the sea and went back to their tents to rest.
Late at night, three o'clock in the morning local time.
At this point, everyone had fallen asleep. Even Stark had finished some indescribable exercise with Pepper in the tent and fell into a deep sleep. Wave after wave of waves hit the rocks along the coast.
Above, the snow-white waves rolled the golden sand back into the waves.
Gwen rolled over unconsciously in her sleeping bag, and was suddenly awakened by a sharp stinging sensation. The pain seemed to crawl up her neck, and the pain made her sit up suddenly.
Gwen sat quietly in the darkness for two seconds and breathed softly. The sound of even breathing echoed in the darkness. She slowly turned her head and glanced at Jessica who was wrapped like a rice dumpling in a sleeping bag at the other end of the tent. Then she recalled
I found myself on an uninhabited island.
Is it a nightmare?
Gwen was a little unsure whether it was a nightmare or some kind of prompt brought to her by the spider sense. She needed to confirm it herself.
Gwen stood up gently, trying her best to slow down her movements so as not to wake up Jessica next to her - but in fact, it was unnecessary for her to do so, because unless the God of Thunder, Thor, was swinging a hammer next to her, she would be in a deep sleep state.
Jessica didn't wake up so easily.
There is a half-covered moon hanging in the sky, but the moonlight is not enough to illuminate this foggy island. The fog on the island in the early morning seems to be thicker than during the day, the sea water brings a fishy smell, and the cool wind blows
It sends chills down one's spine.
Gwen had only walked a few steps along the coast when the tingling sensation hit her again.
This time she was sure it was a warning from the spider sense, and she was extremely clear about the direction and incoming danger. Her pupils shrank, and she shrank to the side without thinking. The cold wind with a threatening cyclone was almost touching her.
Her chest flew past, and out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a crudely made spear, like an ancient exhibit in a museum.
Only then did Gwen suddenly realize that there was someone else standing next to her - the reason why she found out now was because the other person's skin color was as dark as Nick Fury's, and the other person was also naked.
Standing in a dark environment is basically the same as becoming invisible.
A black man with bare feet and a grass skirt tied around his waist, holding a hand-cut spear in his hand, looked like a primitive man from a popular science show.
The man let out a strange cry in a deep voice, raised his hand and stabbed him with a spear. He looked very fierce, and with the background and atmosphere around him, he was a bit intimidating, but his physical fitness seemed to be that of an ordinary person after all. In Gwen
In his eyes, he was a cannon fodder player. Gwen grabbed and released his gun smoothly, and easily pushed the man somersaulting, causing his mouth to be filled with fine gravel.
The man got up in embarrassment, but instead of attacking rashly, he started to curse vaguely while holding the gun.
After a second, Gwen realized that he was not the only one here.
There was a rustling sound in the grass, and black uncles in grass skirts came out one by one holding homemade cold weapons. Moving heads began to appear one after another on the rocks nearby, and in another direction
The street was also surrounded by primitively dressed natives at some unknown time.
They were surrounded before they knew it.
Gwen looked at a group of black uncles who were slowly approaching with eager eyes. She tilted her head and thought for a while, then decided to turn around and shout: "Uh... guys, you'd better get up. We seem to be welcome."